When Ye Fan woke up, he found that he was lying in the arms of a girl.
The soft body and refreshing body fragrance make people feel extremely happy.
“Brother Xiaofan, are you awake?”
“Does it still hurt?”
Duanmu Wan’er exhaled like blue, and blew on the wound on Ye Fan’s forehead.
Ye Fan woke up suddenly, and then remembered that he seemed to be attacked by something before he fell into a coma.
Ye Fan sat up suddenly from Duanmu Wan’er’s arms, and then asked Duanmu Wan’er: “Wan’er, are you okay?”
“No harm.”
“Just now, I seem to have spotted two figures.”
“I’m afraid there are people in this palace.”
Ye Fan’s eyes were solemn.
According to Ye Fan’s guess, the palace in front of him should be a treasure left by Da Neng thousands of years ago.
It might even be something of a fairy.
If there are living creatures left in the Immortal Master’s cave, how powerful would it be?
Ye Fan couldn’t imagine it anymore.
I just felt an unspeakable sense of crisis welling up in my heart.
Duanmu Wan’er laughed foolishly: “Who made you so anxious just now?”
“You don’t listen to my advice, how about now?”
“You’ll have to suffer.”
“Are you still laughing? Let’s go out first and make a long-term plan!” Ye Fan looked around, at this moment he and Duanmu Wan’er were obviously still in the fairy palace.
The surrounding pavilions are still singing birds and flowers.
But Ye Fan obviously lost the comfort and ease he had before.